Blackfeather Woods down in the river to pray

Maegi breaths burst into sobs upon seeing her son, her unsteady gait carrying her to him as quickly as possible. Like stars they might collide, although she made sure not to bowl him over too fiercely. She covered Sobek in kisses and tears, pulling him close, her composure shattering with each lick.

He's here. He's alive. He's well.

My baby, she whimpered, beckoning her other two children close with a flick of her tail. Oh, my sweet boy. I was so worried about you, Maegi rasped, pulling back to look him in the eyes. Those eyes. . .bone white, like her uncle's. The twin of Sakhmet's—and Anansi too! Whomever had injected the color (or lack thereof) into the Melonii bloodline would be very proud that they lived on.

She wouldn't scold him for leaving, at least for now. In this moment, she was content to hold the trio close and all together, with Blue fluttering down to land on her shoulder.

All was well. All was whole.